The Three Kingdoms wrote about the mouths of counselors and the swords of generals, but no one wrote about how my life, Xu Chu, was tied to Cao Cao.
I bent down to tie my shoelaces once, and the mud on his fingertips was hotter than the imperial edict. I hid the piece of coarse cloth. From then on, I blocked arrows in Guandu, fought against Ma Chao in Tongguan, and cut off Xu You to protect his face. Every time I slashed, I was repaying my debt.
Until he left, I knelt in front of his soul and vomited blood - the promise to "go back to Qiao County and have a good drink" became a debt that could never be repaid.
